<font color="lightsteelblue">Hey Guys, I'm Gonna Start A RP, It's Open So If You Want, Join In. At The End Of This Post I've Left Room For The First Character To Join. You'll Find Out About My Character In The Post. If You Want To Join, Just Do So, But Please Post Your Character In An 'OOC' At The End. It Dosent Have To Be Too Detailed, Just A Rough Idea. Cheers.</font>

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<font color="orange">"In You Go Dark One" </font>
He Kicked Him In The Back With Great Force. Landing On The Cold Floor, Natha Felt His Leg Bend A Way That It Shouldn't Of. Letting Out A Scream Of Pain, He Shouted At The Paladin Who Had Just Thrown Him In There.

<font color="teal">F'sarn naut uss d'mina!
Dos orn yaith whol nindol!!!</font>

*The Paladin Could be Heard Outside Talking With A Guard*

<font color="orange">"They Creep Me Out Them Drow, Keep An Eye On It...</font>

Natha Hated His Life In The Underdark, He Found It Savage, And This Just Made Him More Of An Outcast. He Thought That The Surface Was His Only Escape. But Now He'd Realised That Here Would Be Just As Bad. He Was Cursed Because Of What, And Who He Was. He'd Heard Of His Kind Being Accepted Into Society Before. One Of The Doeurdenthe House Was A One Of Them, He Had Been Accepted In. So Why Not Him? Did The Whole World Stereotype Him Into The Catagory Of Evil? Sure, He Wasn't Into Fluffy Bunnies And Flowers, But This Didn't Mean He Was Bent On Destruction.

*Natha Sat Himself Down With His Back On The Wall, And His Head In His Arms. A Groaning Was Heard From The Other Side Of The Chamber, Though It Was Too Dark To See Where From*

<font color="teal">Vel'uss zhah gaer?</font>

*Almost Immediatly, Another Voice Was Heard*

<font color="brown">What? Who's There?</font>

Then, Out Of The Shadows, A Figure Emerged...

[ 08-21-2002, 02:33 PM: Message edited by: Beaumanoir ]

The figure was a knight, in Silver Armor that was laced with shining Gold.
<font color=beige>You, drow....you have information about the Underdark. We need it</font>

OOC- My character's name is Geldron. He is a powerful Paladin, that has great influence in most Councils. He is quite strong, and is in his mid 20's. He likes to travel, and also engage in adventures. He hates all drow, no matter how they might treat him. To anyone else, he is kind, and gentle.

*Natha Stepped Back Into The Wall*

<font color="teal">Zexen'uma rath!
Uh, Who Be You? Why Do You Hold Me? I Simply Wish To Live Here, On The Surface. Why Do You Stereotype Me? I Have Done Nothing Wrong! Gi Yah... </font>

*There Was No Way Natha Could Take This Man. He Was Armed To The Teeth, And He Didn't Have Anything. He Looked Around For A Way Out*

<font color="teal">"I Was Simply Walking Here, Is That A Crime?"</font>

*Tell me about it*, Isildar said to the paladin that had thrown Natha into the cell, *I think they should just burn the whole Underdark to get rid of those bastards!* he said, but with a hint of hesitation.
The paladin gave him with a scrutinizing look, and then left. Isildar wondered if he should give some of his bread to the drow, but decided it wouldn't be wise. If he was caught the punishment would be severe, he might even have been kicked out of the order.
But then again, perhaps that was for the better. No! He would leave with his head high, not in the dirt.
"As soon as father is dead, I'm out of here", he thought to himself and smiled faintly, before remembering himself and stood straight and stared forward.

OOC: Isildar is a young paladin-apprentice who was forced to join the order by his father, Gregor Isildar, who is a well-known paladin.
Isildar do not want to be a paladin, because he does not share the fanatic paladin point of view.
Oh and he may be looked at as a plain Fighter ;)

[ 07-27-2002, 02:01 PM: Message edited by: Sir ReGiN ]

OOC: LOL, Sorry, Where Are My Manners [img]tongue.gif[/img]
Hey Goulum! Welcome. My Char Has Been Captured While Walking Near Trademeet. He'd Heard Of A Exit To The Surface World There And Escaped Using A Ring Of Dimension Which He Received In A Pit Competition, Although He Did Not Enter By His Own Free Will.
This Is His Only Possesion. Although, He Does Not Know It's Current Location. Although He Won't Leave Until He Finds It.
He Is A Stalker By Profesion, And Prefers To Use Dual Weild Katana's. Although He Has None...

*Natha Heard The Two Speaking Outside*
<font color="Teal">"Ele zhah ol saph nindol?"</font> He Muttered To Himself.

*He Turned To Geldron*

<font color="teal">Is This How You See Us? You See Black And White, Yet No Grey? You See All Of My People As Savages? Most Of Them Are, This Is True, But You Can't Belive That You Would Get Some Who Are Not!? There Are Good And Evil Of Your Race Too!</font>

<font color=beige>Ah, yes, but the drow are pure evil. A shootoff of the Elvish kind in Suldanesselar. They are the good, you are the evil. You merely live seperate.</font>
*he turned away and went towards the guard*
<font color=beige>Keep him alive...barely</font>

<font color="teal">What!? How Can You Belive That!? I Have Done Nothing Wrong, Why Does My Heratige Curse Me!?

Usstan orn naut ori'gato ol tlu!</font>

*Natha Charged Geldron And Knocked Him Over Sideways With Surprise. He Called Out Of The Gap In The Cell Door To The Guard*

<font color="teal">HELP! He's Going Mad!!!</font>

Isildar Came To The Door To See What Was Happening. Sticking His hand Through The Hole, He Made A Firm Grip Over His Throat

<font color="teal">Open The Door</font>

*Without Leaving Time For A Response He Tightened His Grip*

<font color="teal">OPEN IT!!!</font>

*Fumbling His Keys Into The Lock He Opened The Door With A Clunk. Natha Burst Out Of The Door. Snatching The Keys He Threw Isildar Into The Cell And Locked The Door*

"Vel'klar zhah ussta anth!?" He Cried, And He Ran Down The Corridor...

*stunned for a minute, Geldron ran up to the door and started shouting*<font color=beige>AFTER HIM, YOU FOOLS!!! And he says that he's peacful...hmmph!</font>
*Geldron sat down beside Isildar to awate someone to unlock them*

*Natha Ran Down The Corridor, Changing Direction As Often As Possible, Floors Too. He Needed To Escape. But He Wanted His Ring.*

*Sprinting Up A Spiral Staircase, He Found Himself In A Room. It Was Dark And Musty. It Looked Like It Hadn't Been Entered In A Long While. Searching Through The Rubble, He Came Across Some Old Leather Armour. Slipping It On, And Grabbing A Ninja-To Which Was Lying On Top Of A Rusted Shut Chest, He Slipped Back Out Of The Room Down The Stairs. Hiding Into The Shadows, He Darted Left Past A Set Of Two Guards Unoticed. Then He Came To A Third One Guarding An Important Looking Room. Sneaking Behind Him, He Raised His Ninja-To, And Impaled Him Silently Onto It. Quickly Stealing His Key Set, He Disposed Of The Body Into A Small Closet To The Left, And Unlocked The Door He Was Guarding, And Slipped In...*